Half the reason I turned into a writer is you didn't have to show up anywhere. You could work naked.

The Adderall Diaries is phenomenal. With jittery finesse and a reformed tweaker's eye for detail, Stephen Elliott captures the terrifying, hilarious, heart-strangling reality of a life whose scorched-earth physical and psycho-emotional dimensions no one could have invented - they absolutely had to be lived. By all rights, the author should either be dead or chewing his fingers in a bus station. Instead, he may well have written the memoir of an entire generation.

Life can be lived as a temporary arrangement. Life is a temporary arrangement! But the longer you go without changing, the more obscure the likelihood you ever will. After enough time passes, the idea of another way of life grows even more misty.

I've always wanted to be a guy with a rec room.

I need - and occasionally love - to write for the same reasons I always did: hard as writing is, it's generally easier than life.

All my life I'd gone for women who were a little off.

You need an entire drama to construct your life around to avoid living it.